I Can't Recant

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My exploration of limericks, stanzas started

at poets drawn from shavings of high ambition.

Fragmented dreams, misplaced desires

etched with ink onto my Incomplete storyboard.

 

Rhymes and iambic pentameter

bored me – it was the thrust of emotion

that I loved, craved .

Pages to fill me with every word

then bleed me after every line.

 

I wrote seeds of hate and loneliness

few of joy, but all of passion.

Mindless copies of “I Am Nobody’s” and

“Quoth the Raven’s.”

 

I found the juxtaposition of

grinding my strengths against short comings

to spark against the madness.

Looking to capture years in #2 lead;

plastering emotions for the world

 

Realized

 

there will always be another

more creative a quicker wit.

With the wisdom of falling beauty queen,

 

I came of age

 

I grew up betwixt twangs of grief

bridges of unfathomable bliss if only for a few pages.

Does anyone even use betwixt anymore?

 

Desperate for relief but begging for attention

I started measuring my life in feet and meters.

 

These cocked moments now written in ballads

a soap-operatic alliteration of events

hoping for a different result – insanity .

 

I found comfort in the syntax of Chaucer

the woeful song sang in Shakespeare

I was praised for alliteration

only it happened once

the melancholy of Milton and Marvell—

twice now.

 

I was told I’m cynical 9th grade

I would think it started earlier.

I hated following my early teachings

 

they said, “Make it rhyme”—

follow the beat of your words

make it a stitch in time,

cliché.

 

I have another “Modest Proposal,”

one I made when I found my voice in poetry—

 

screw the rules of the past

I am not who I was

 

screw the negativities of ‘what-if’s’

they can be changed;

 

screw those in my present

who bring me down—

I refuse to fall with them.

 

 

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